Time went to a standstill around Meta Knight as the train thundered towards them. They were literally seconds away from getting smashed to a pulp and there was no way to get out of its path in time. Fear flooded through his mind. As well as a high risk idea. The bat considered it. Marth was frozen in shock but he was still clinging tightly to the spherical steel contender. Meta Knight's idea was very risky but he felt confident in his abilities However, if he survived then so did Marth. Meta Knight groaned. It was the only way. This whole 'train' of thought went through his mind so fast that it could have beaten the Flash in a race. If .. the Flash was a ... train of ... thought. OK, bad analogy. Before he could change his mind, Meta Knight launched himself forwards. When he was barely a metre away from the windscreen he arced his sword at the speed of light, cutting a circle into the glass. Then Meta Knight took the full force of the impact. Marth flew the whole length of the rather long and spacious carriage and landed sprawled across the back seats. Meta Knight landed at the front. The train was completely deserted save for the two contenders. They would both have probably just laid there several minutes were it not for the fact that both swords were no longer in their sheaths, rather they were piled in the dead centre of the carriage, glinting tantalisingly. Marth succumbed to the temptation instantly; he leapt to his feet and sprinted for the metallic treasure trove. Meta Knight was bleeding in several places but after a few seconds he was soaring towards the weapons with his powerful wings. Meta Knight was faster but Marth was closer. They gritted their teeth, staring each other down. They were both exactly two metres away...

"Stay still you coward!" yelled Snake as yet another of his grenades yielded no results. His opponent was cowardly. Unfortunately he was also very quick and agile. Another reason that Snake hadn't already emerged victorious was that they happened to be in a huge marketplace, with stalls full to bursting with items providing lots of cover for his opponent. He was practically spoilt for choice. Snake wasn't worried in the slightest that he might lose. His opponent may be very difficult to finish off but he certainly wasn't capable of killing the soldier. It was a game of cat and mouse. The mouse might be able to hide, but the cat would eventually win. Snake had almost no qualms about murder. It was survival of the fittest. And Snake was sure that he was the fittest. Though he was slightly uncomfortable to be killing someone so obviously weaker than himself. At least the marketplace was deserted. Snake looked around; his enemy was nearby, he was sure of it. Then he noticed a shoe poking out from behind a stack of boxes. As quietly as possible he pulled the pin on a grenade and threw it at the last second. Somehow his opponent realised and ran with a "yow!"

The explosion was still sufficient enough to blast him through the air. Before Snake could capitalise on it, his opponent scrambled to his feet and dashed away, despite several wounds. Snake groaned. He pulled out his missile launcher and fired. His adversary was unprepared; the missile hit the ground at his feet, blasting him through the air and into a large clothes shop. Despite the abundance of clothes racks cluttering up the shop and obscuring vision, Snake grinned. A hit like that should have rendered unconsciousness at the very least.

Mr Game & Watch somehow knocked Ike aside by conjuring yet another random object from nowhere. This one somewhat resembled a turtle. Ike yelled in frustration. How the hell was he supposed to defeat some 2D logic defying blob?! He was just a line segment when faced from the side and even when he was facing forwards it messed with his depth perception! Yet another sword strike missed when Game & Watch moved like lightning. How did he do that? He was so fast you could barely see him move. Unfortunately Game & Watch was very weak so instead of finishing Ike off, he was reduced to battering him around, almost like he was toying with him. And there was nothing Ike could do about it. Until he just happened to get one lucky hit in. Game & Watch's left leg was sliced clean off. Shadow bugs leaked out and melted on the floor. G&W seemed confused and frightened. These feelings were somehow conveyed across his almost blank face. He looked so pitiful that Ike hesitated. He might be tough, but he wasn't heartless. He steeled himself. This was no time for weakness. It was kill or be killed.

"Sorry little guy. But it's you or me."

Ike brought the sword down, killing his opponent instantly.

"Rest in peace" he muttered.

Marth knew Meta Knight would get there first so at the last second he barrel-rolled underneath a row of seats. He waited with bated breath. Meta Knight was nowhere to be seen. Neither were the swords so he must have retrieved them.

"Damn damn damn damn damn" muttered Marth. Chances were he wasn't getting out of there alive. A sword plunged through the seat next to him. Then the other blade stabbed down millimetres from his face. Marth couldn't suppress a gasp. Realising he'd given away his position, Marth scampered around under the seats in an erratic roundabout way until he finally decided he'd lost Meta Knight. His voice sounded from the far end of the carriage.

"Marth, I'm sorry, I've won. Please don't make this harder than it needs to be. I swear I'll finish you quickly."

Marth slowly rose from under the seat. Meta Knight drifted over and wielded a blade.

"Goodbye."

Marth ducked under the strike, kicked Meta Knight backwards and dashed into the bathroom, bolting it shut behind him. Meta Knight just seemed irritated. He stuck a blade through the gap between frame and door, and lifted up the latch. The bathroom appeared to be empty and the window was open. Meta Knight yelled and dashed over to it, looking for Marth. Who jumped out from his hiding place behind the door, snatched his sword back and exited, slamming the door hastily behind him. He then used the sword to jam the door shut. Proving himself to be the epitome of improvisation, Marth wrenched the brake lever out of its place, switched it with the sword, (so that the brake lever was jamming the door shut and his sword was back in his hand). Meta Knight was unable to exit via the window because the train had gone into a tunnel. Demonstrating outstanding athletic prowess, Marth clambered through the hole in the windscreen, perching right on the front. He brandished the sword. As soon as the train exited the tunnel, Marth threw the sword into the track rail and leapt off onto the platform. The train was completely derailed, smashing headlong into another train going in the opposite direction, demolishing both trains in a gargantuan fiery explosion that would have made The Avengers jealous. Meta Knight died from impact, shrapnel, being speared on his own sword, being blown apart and his ashes were subsequently cremated.

"Well that was eventful" said Tabuu.

Luigi woke suddenly. He was lying behind a clothes stand? Then he remembered Snake. And noticed Snake. Aiming a missile launcher at him. Luigi bolted so fast you could practically see the dust cloud. Snake groaned. If the stupid Italian had just woken up a few seconds later... no matter, his adversary had run right into a corner. Luigi gulped as Snake approached, aiming the missile launcher. He pulled the trigger. At the speed of light Luigi grabbed a support pole from a clothes stand and threw it with all his accuracy and strength. Which wasn't a lot. But nonetheless, his aim was true and the makeshift weapon struck Snake's missile just as it emerged from the barrel. Luigi was blasted into a changing room. The explosion was deafening. Luigi peeked out nervously. Snake was dead. No doubt about it. Maybe it had something to do with the blood coating the walls. Something touched his foot and Luigi yelped and dived for cover. It was a grenade which hadn't been set off. Luigi hesitated, then pocketed it. And for such a small action, it had more severe implications than anyone could possibly imagine. Whether for better or for worse remains to be seen.